We will never forget.
Today is always a hard day for me, as I’m sure it is for many others who suffered far worse. Every year, I have nightmares, can’t sleep and spend most of every September 11th crying if I stop long enough to think. At first, I wasn’t going to blog, but then I thought back to one of my favorite poems, In Flander’s Fields. Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae wrote the poem after presiding over the funeral of a friend lost in WWI in The Second Battle of Ypres.
I loved the poem so much, I committed it to memory. I was eight years old.
This morning, I couldn’t get the verses out of my head, thus please forgive me. I took some creative liberty with the original poem in hopes of honoring those lost on 9-11. I’m no poet, but maybe this can be a little bit of…
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Thank you to all who were so brave and perished on September 11, 2001
RIP You will never be forgotten.
We all know where we were on 9-11-2001. I was sitting in a hospital waiting room because she was having surgery. I asked if I could turn the television on. I did turn it on and before I could sit down, I watch Matt and Katy go pale and ask what was that. The rest we know.
My father always talked about Pearl Harbor. The first time America was attacked. He saved newspapers with screaming headlines that the Japaneese attacked Pearl Harbor many service people were killed. Many ships from our Pacific fleet were docked and sunk due to the bombs.
All day long, I like many, talked to everyone we knew. Just to be sure they were safe. I was lucky. So many American families were no so lucky. Not only were the victims brave but their families continue to live bravely every day. The passengers and crew on Flight 93 were amazing and I am so impressed by their courage. The fact that they fought back must bring pride through the grief to the surviving family and friends. Bless them all.
Of all the bravery we saw that day and in the following days, to me, the passengers that fought back and made their plane crash were the bravest. I am sure as each of them made the decision to fight, an angel was with them and took them to their afterlife.
So many are lost, Not all of them were Americans. There were people from many countries and they experienced a new kind of warfare. America was experiencing a kind of war called Jihad.
America also remembers and honors the brave first responders. Being a nurse, I can imagine a little bit what they saw and had to deal with. I know that every first responder was miraculously selfless. Many gave up their lives to get people out of the wreckage. Many now have to live with the after effects of their bravery. Each day, our country owes them so much. They saved many lives. They found many victims buried in rubble. May God bless every first responder and all of the workers who suffer illness because of their desire to help the people. Thank you all for what you did for America.